I love the times,
When I think in rhymes.
Doing the dishes,
Or, in free time.
Doesn’t matter,
What I do.
No one around me,
Has a clue.
Know that I,
Set a goal.
To every day,
Write one more.
Think of my poems,
When I’m down.
Turn what’s sad,
Upside down.
Others want,
Get off their chest,
Terrible experience,
All the rest.
But, there are times,
When you feel blocked.
Just can’t think,
Your mind is locked.
I too, sympathize,
Been through the crap.
Can’t un-ring the bell.
Just dealing with that.
But, you like me,
Have a talent.
A kindred spirit,
With an open heart.